Feng Lin was alone as he squatted on a mountain peak. He stared at the monkeys having fun in the distance and couldn't help but feel slightly depressed.
Even monkeys knew how to discriminate.
These monkeys gathered together and exuded an obvious aura of keeping their stance. They coldly stared at Feng Lin; there was a wary look in their eyes as they isolated him.
These monkeys occupied a peach forest, drinking immortal drew and eating spiritual peaches. They had everything they wanted and also had no natural enemies, living a carefree and unrestrained life, a life even better than that of immortals.
Under such a carefree environment, these monkeys naturally grew arrogant. Feng Lin, this dust-covered wild monkey, naturally was disregarded by them all. There was no way they would accept him.
As he traveled behind them, there were cold looks shot at him frequently.
Feng Lin simply stayed at the back, but he wasn't too bothered by it.
Why?
